I laid down in bed, thinking about the stressful day I had, and forced myself to try and sleep. After a half hour of failed attempts, I didn't know what to do. I sat up and looked around my room and noticed dark blue walls surrounding me. The gears in my mind started up as I closed my eyes and invented something new.
I opened my eyes to the underwater world. A jellyfish floated past my head and I tapped it on the top. I looked around and saw a stingray swim beside the piece of coral that I sat on. A school of brightly colored fish swam around my head and zoomed off into another direction. I looked up and saw bright night stars staring back at me. I laid back down on my coral bed and watched as a sea turtle swam past my vision. I smiled softly as I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep.
The next day I sat at my computer, hoping my friends had missed me the past few days. Nothing. Nobody messaged me or anything. I felt the depression start to kick in as I sunk into my seat. I looked over and saw a picture of me and my friends. I smiled to myself and began working my mind again before shutting my eyes.
I opened my eyes to my friends dragging me through the lazer tag arena. I started picking up the pace and stood in the front of the group. I looked around the dark corner and saw a group of enemies looking in the opposite direction. I signaled toward my group and we ambushed them leaving a trail of bodies behind. A thick fog soon set in and we heard gun fire up ahead. My friends and I climbed up the nearest tree and located the fight. It was between two armies, neither being our own. My friends aimed their weapons, but I forced them to wait. Eventually, one group was killed and the other group moved our way. Me and my friends all opened fire and destroyed what happened to be the final enemy group. We all celebrated as they held me on their shoulders and we walked out in victory. A happy smile formed on my face as I was reminded who my true friends are.
I lay down on my bedroom floor, wondering what to do. I stare up at my plain white ceiling, but nothing comes to mind. I sit up and look around. Nothing interests me. I try to float away into my world of imagination, but I just can't do it. Why? I grab my phone and start reading stuff, hoping to get something from it. Nothing. I try writing something myself, but nothing. It seems as if I have lost the entire concept of imagination. Or i'm just hungry. Probably hungry. Real talk, i'm gonna go get a snack.
